Reasons

An empty notebook, a new possibility. The creation is crowded, it contracts, it expands.

Brother, I would like to tell you so many things. I would like to tell you about what unites us. I want to explain to you the riches of our differences. Would you open the door to Freedom?

I can not tell you anything, as long as your heart stays armored. Your mind is cold as a dead man.

Yes, brother, Yes.

Brother tell the dead man who lives inside you to abandon the hate that does not let you live.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Razones

Un cuaderno vacío, una nueva posibilidad. La creación se agolpa, se contrae, se expande.

Hermano, quisiera contarte tantas cosas. Quisiera hablarte de lo que nos une. Quiero explicarte las riquezas de nuestras diferencias. ¿Abrirías la puerta a la Libertad?

No puedo contarte nada mientras tu corazón se mantenga blindado. Tu mente está fría como un muerto. Si, hermano, Si. 

Hermano dile al muerto que vive dentro de ti que abandone el odio que no te deja vivir.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

The Fight for Freedom through time. . .

Then I translated my article on July 9, 2017 into English. Two years later I still think the same. In the article he explained that Venezuela is bleeding. Today, I remind you that there is no worse blind than the one who does not want to see. God save our America because the dictators will not save it. . .

The Struggle of Continuous Freedom. . .

The days of time tell that on July 9, 1816, in the then United Provinces of the Río de la Plata, a group of patriots gathered in Tucumán signed the Act of Independence.

In other words, Argentina had its first native government in 1810, abolished slavery from 1813, declared its independence in 1816 and entered a period of political instability and civil wars that made it impossible to sanction a National Constitution until 1853.

The good news is that the Argentine National Constitution is representative, republican and federal, which is why all my ancestors came here. Argentina welcomed them all, Lutherans, Catholics and Jews. Argentina received them all Basques, Spaniards, Irish and Poles. But Argentina was not always a pleasant place, neither brave nor loving towards others. There was and continues to exist an Argentina fearful of its Freedom and Responsibility that means.

San Martin is next to Bolivar and Washington one of the Great Liberators of America. He planned to cross the Andes and liberate Chile, Peru and present-day Bolivia. Buenos Aires was thinking about the issue, but my way, as the Mexicans would say. Of males no more the brave Monteagudo, San Martin, O'Higgins, Belgrano, Bolivar and Sucre and their anonymous soldiers never paid any attention to the rich. If it were for the rich and powerful, Slavery would never have been abolished.

San Martin was successful and managed to liberate three villages, although half of Latin America did not recognize him and will force him to go into exile and leave his troops under Bolívar after a momentous meeting in Ecuador.

That type of men we need. In these moments in which Venezuela is bleeding, in which Argentina does not find solutions to its problems, in which Cuba believes to be in Libertad without being it is in San Martín that we must think.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Subject

You'll say? What will you teach?

What reasons do you use to perpetuate your political, economic or religious violence?

Do you not understand that by your actions you will be judged?

The Human Being remembers all the genocides. Did not you know? In our DNA are the marks that the Plague left to the Survivors.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Sujeto

¿Qué vas a decir? ¿Qué vas a enseñar?

¿Qué razones esgrimes para perpetuar tus violencias políticas, económicas o religiosas?

¿Acaso no comprendes que por tus actos serás juzgado?

El Ser Humano recuerda todos los genocidios y a todos los genocidas ¿No lo sabías? En nuestro ADN están las marcas que la Peste dejó a los Sobrevivientes.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Ernesto Sábato, the friend in the Tunel

If I can avoid it I do not usually talk about the people I love deeply or about my pains in my country that take my breath away. Many are going to talk about literature and I want to talk about Coherence, Courage and Humility. I want to talk to you about Ernesto Sabato.

They know how to grow up in Caseros implied that the figure of Ernesto Sabato was very close for my friends and for me. Don Ernesto lived in Santos Lugares and both his work and his life illuminated our adolescence.

It is easy to criticize Sabato without having met him. Sabato and Borges are easy to criticize because their greatness surpasses us and envy in Argentina is Mucha.

I want to thank Ernesto Sábato for everything he did for my generation. Today, he would have turned 108 years old.

One could speak to him and He would answer you, you wrote to him and He wrote to you. Don Ernesto wrote disturbing books and after seventy years of age he painted impressive paintings.

No, like I said, it's not from your books that I want to talk about. It was always Sábato containing the Youth in situations of extreme violence in our country where young people needed someone to stake their lives for us. The young Argentines had to be protected, loved, educated and Sábato was there when we needed it the most. Thanks for a thousand, Maestro.

Ernesto Sábato tried to live as he wanted with a strength and a human commitment rarely seen. We teenagers greatly appreciated it. Yes, boys, I once was young and needed advice.

Sábato, his life and his work, were oxygen in the neoliberal nightmare that my country was swallowing. A neoliberal Nazi told me that:  he did not like Sábato's books. I told him that I was not surprised by his literary bad taste. Neoliberal Nazis have no morals. How are you going to like literature?

With Sábato, We will always have the Resistance. The struggle for Human Rights will always unite us. Thank you for all you did for Humanity, Dear Master.

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Ernesto Sabato, el amigo en el Tunel

Si yo puedo evitarlo No suelo hablar de las personas que amo profundamente ni de mis dolores de mi Patria que me quitan el aliento. Muchos van a hablar de literatura y yo les quiero hablar de Coherencia, Valentía y Humildad. Quiero hablarles de Ernesto Sábato.

Saben crecer en Caseros implicó que la figura de Ernesto Sábato fuera muy cercana para mis amigas y para mi. Don Ernesto vivía en Santos Lugares y tanto su trabajo como su vida iluminaron nuestra adolescencia. 

Es fácil criticar a Sábato sin haberlo conocido. Sábato y Borges son fáciles de criticar porque su grandeza nos supera y la envidia en Argentina es Mucha. 

Yo Quiero darle las Gracias a Ernesto Sábato por todo lo que hizo por mi generación. Hoy, Don Ernesto habría cumplido 108 años de edad.

Uno podía hablarle y Él te respondía. Vos le escribías y Él te escribía. El Maestro escribía libros inquietantes y después de los setenta años de edad pintaba cuadros impresionantes. 

No, como dije, No es de sus libros de lo que quiero hablar. Siempre estuvo Sábato conteniendo a la Juventud en situaciones de extrema violencia de Nuestro país en que los jóvenes necesitabamos que alguién se juegue la vida por nosotros. 

Los jóvenes argentinos debimos ser amparados, queridos, educados y Sábato estuvo allí cuando más lo necesitamos. Gracias por mil, Maestro. 

Sábato trato de vivir como quería, con una solidez y un compromiso humano pocas veces visto. Los adolescentes se lo agradecíamos mucho. Si, muchachos, yo una vez fui joven y necesite un consejo.

Sábato, su vida y su obra, fueron oxigeno en la pesadilla neoliberal que se tragaba mi Patria. Un nazi neoliberal me dijo que a él no le gustaban los libros de Sábato. Yo le dije que: no me extrañaba su mal gusto literario. Los nazis neoliberales no tienen moral ¿Cómo les va a gustar la literatura?

Con Sábato, Siempre tendremos la Resistencia. La lucha por los Derechos Humanos siempre nos unirá. Gracias por todo lo que hizo por la Humanidad, Querido Maestro. 

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

This Winter will shine the Loves in your Heart like every Summer . . .

Because Happiness is a dog

                      taking out to walk to his Human in bicycle. . .

Because Happiness

                      They are a boy and a girl smiling and running in the Park Madre Teresa de Calcuta. . .

Because the life

                            It does not stop by the seasons. . .

                            Be very happy . . .

                            You deserve it. . .

                            Do not tell you otherwise. . .

                                                                                  Lía Olga

Este Invierno Resplandecerá el Amor en tu Corazón como cada Verano. . .

Porque la Felicidad es un perro 
                     sacando a pasear a su Humano en bicicleta . . .

Porque la Felicidad 
                     son un niño y una niña sonriendo y  corriendo en la Pazoleta Madre Teresa de Calcuta . . .

Porque la Vida 
                           No se detiene por las estaciones . . .
                           Se muy Feliz . . . 
                           Te lo tienes merecido . . . 
                           Que no te Digan lo contrario . . .
                                                                                 Lía Olga 

Release of books and other stories. . .

It's been a long time since I wrote a little or I do not write and it's because I was plotting something. . . For more than a year now, my sister and I have been cooking, gluing and aggregating the old books of my Father. That is what He wanted because the books must be lived and not filled with dust and forgotten in a box, a drawer or a shelf.

My sister and I will release Dad's books from May through July 2019. This week we released three books in the Bicentennial neighborhood of Marcos Paz.

Let's go for more. . . To live the Life that with books is to live Life two million times. . .

Aida and Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Liberación de libros y otras historias . . .

Hace mucho que escribo poco o no escribo y es porque estaba tramando algo. . . Desde hace más de un año que mi hermana y yo estamos cociendo, pegando y aggiornando los viejos libros de mi Padre. Eso es lo que Él deseaba porque los libros deben ser vividos y no llenarse de polvo y olvido en una caja, un cajón o un anaquel.

Mi hermana y yo liberaremos los libros de Papá a partir de mayo hasta julio de 2019. Esta semana liberamos tres libros en el barrio Bicentenario de Marcos Paz.

Vamos por más . . .  A vivir la Vida que con libros es vivir la Vida dos millones de veces . . .

Aida y Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Convictions and Causality . . .

In 1955, the soldiers who swore to defend the Argentine population bombed that population to kill Perón. . . S. C. you're right. In 1895 we were better than now. But, I do not think it's the fault of Peronism. Yes, you're right. If you're white, pack and oligarch is always good in Argentina.

I remember what happened in Villa Epecuén. I saw it on TV. Also, I know what happened in Napalpi in 1924. I investigated it. Historian Berretin, did you see?

I lived through hyperinflation in 1989 and the economic crisis of 2001. The problem is mine. . . I remember everything. It must be that I have the soul of a black woman. Blessings!!!

Lía Olga Herrera Soto

Convicciones y Causalidades . . .

En 1955 los militares que juraron defender a la población argentina bombardearon a esa población para matar a Perón. .  . S. C. tenés razón. En 1895 estabamos mejor que ahora. Pero, yo no creo que la culpa la tenga el peronismo. Si, tenes razón. Si sos blanco, cajetilla y oligarca te va siempre bien en Argentina. 

Recuerdo lo que paso en villa Epecuén. Yo lo vi por la tele. Además, se que sucedió en Napalpi en 1924. Yo lo investigue. Berretin de Historiadora, viste?

Yo vivi la hiper inflación en 1989 y la crisis económica de 2001. El problema es mío. . . yo me acuerdo de todo. Debe ser que yo tengo Alma de Negra. Bendiciones!!!

Lía Olga Herrera Soto